My Love/Hate Relationship With My Boobs

When I was younger, I really wanted big boobs. I would look at my mom’s Victoria’s Secret catalogs and then stare down at my barely-there A-cups and sigh sadly. When I heard someone make a comment about my older cousin M’s impressive D-cups, I turned to my mom and declared that I wanted to “be just like M when I grow up.” On my first day of high school, I wore a padded bathing suit top under my shirt just so my boobs looked bigger.

It just wasn’t fair. My mom, grandma and older cousins were all well-endowed. Meanwhile, at 13-years-old, I was considering the pros and cons of breast enhancement surgery. Every night, I put my Catholic school education to good use by praying for my boobs to grow at least two sizes overnight. (Ugh, so embarrassing!)

It sounds weird, but I was so busy obsessing over the small size of my chest that I didn’t even notice when they actually did grow…until my high school boyfriend pointed it out. One night when we were on the phone, he asked what size bra I wore. I hesitated, then said, “I’m an A-cup”.

He snorted. “No, you’re not Jess. There’s no way.” The next day, I headed to Victoria’s Secret to get fitted. And it turns out he was right – I had grown into a large B-cup. I had no idea when it had happened, but I couldn’t have been more thrilled.

But by my freshmen year of college, I was wearing a 34 D, and I absolutely hated it. I was shy, awkward and quiet and I had no idea why I ever wanted breasts to begin with. I couldn’t stand the way people (mainly guys) stared at my boobs. I avoided push-up bras, v-neck t-shirts, anything strapless and bikinis like the plague. When anyone commented on how big my boobs were, I started blushing and couldn’t stop. I stared enviously at the way clothes draped over flatter girls and wished my breasts would shrink.

Until one day, when I was complaining to a more flat-chested friend about them. She looked at me like I was insane. “Are you kidding me? Do you know what I would do for your boobs?” She then proceeded to go into a long list of reasons why she hated her own A-cups. Looking for someone who would understand, I complained to my best friend, who was the same size as I was. Instead of agreeing with me, she shrugged and said, “I love my boobs. Big boobs are awesome.”

Slowly, I began to embrace my D-cups, and now I can say that 80 percent of the time, I wouldn’t change them one bit. It wasn’t about realizing that being flat-chested stinks, though. There are definitely some days when I wish my boobs were a few sizes smaller – like when I’m scared of flashing people when I’m swimming. Or when I try on a super cute dress, only to see that it fits perfectly everywhere but refuses to zip up over my chest. I can rarely find button-down shirts that actually button, baggy shirts (so comfy!) make me look a lot heavier than I am, and I will never not be annoyed by dudes blatantly staring at my boobs as I walk down a street or try to have a convo with them.

But all in all, I’ve come to realize that they’re pretty great. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you exactly what I like about my boobs. I like how they look in certain clothes (I’ve stopped avoiding v-necks, by the way), and when I’m feeling down about my bod, they give me a big confidence boost. Yeah, we have a total love/hate relationship going on, but mainly I appreciate them. I feel like my body wouldn’t be my body without them, you know?

How do you feel about your boobs? Did you hate them when they first started growing? Do you wish they were a different size? Can you relate to my clothing issues? Tell me in the comments!

I am 18, 5″ and have 34DD and as much as I love my boobs, I hate clothes shopping for them, it’s so hard to find a good bathing suit, I love a lot of them, but they don’t fit or are too showy to be with family (mainly younger cousins), its aweful. I especially hate that my boobs are so heavy that I don’t sit/stand up straight.

Other than that, I love them, I just wish I could find better/ more flattering clothes, that show off my curves plus more comfortable ones. Any suggestions for button up shirts, nice covering (not old lady) bathingsuits or comfy bras?

Me

Seafolly swimwear. They come in DD cups and look awesome on well endowed women.

Exaelia

-cries in a corner- I’m 15 and so tiny! I just want to grow a little, just a little.

I wish mine where bigger, i mean i have the average 14D/DD but i have broad shoulder and hips and really think bigger would look better as it would “fit” better with my shape.

Macy

’m 14. I went and got sized at Victoria’s Secret twice. They both said that I was a 32 DD. Or, if the size existed, a 30 DDD. I’m “Petite with a big bust”— So you guys are complaining about having small boobs, but I know that someday down the road I’m going to be having back issues and sagging boobs.
I can’t wear a nice form fitting shirt with out a “Friend” Coming over to pull up my shirt because too much cleavage was showing.
A) First off, it wasn’t that much.
B) I wasn’t trying to make it have cleavage… I was trying to wear a nice shirt. The cleavage comes naturally, honey.
C) You’ve told me before you’re jealous because you’re a A cup…
It’s the cause of the biggest manwhore in the school to want to sleep with me (Though I’ve never even had my first kiss, why would I waste my time on him?)
So you might hate having small boobs, but sometimes I wish that I had small boobs. But I’m grateful for the way that I am.

Ale

32AA cup

heygirl

I used to be a weedy little girl in highschool. Boys didnt even look at me back then. Now I have big boobs. I think its why i suddenly have so many boys looking at me in uni. However, now I think I’m a lesbian. Ironic, isn’t it?